JOSEPH ADDISON.
Sometimes I wonder whether anybody would have remembered Richard Steele at all, if he had not been a friend of Joseph Addison. Yet there was a good deal in him to like, and he might have made a splendid man, I suppose. "Poor Dick!" his friends used to say of him, but they always spoke of Addison with respect.
It is easy to get the name of being a very wild boy in school, always doing mischief; but it is not so easy to be the first scholar, and by and by one of the finest writers of the day.
[THE BROKEN PROMISE.]
MRS. MORSE kept no regular servant. Mrs. Sticht, a German woman, came every Monday to do the week's washing, and every Tuesday to do the ironing. She had always been a happy-faced, merry woman, but one morning Stella Morse, going into the kitchen to make a pudding for dinner, found a sad face over the wash-board.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sticht," Stella said.
"Good mornin', Miss Stella," responded the washerwoman soberly, looking up with tear-filled eyes.
"Are you sick, Mrs. Sticht? You look pale and tired."
"I'm not sick, miss, but I am tired; I didn't rest much last night," she answered wearily.